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Family Man

from Stupidity Returns by Brat Pack

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Staring at the TV, at cold war with my wife
I can't relate to anything and you call this “life”
Good job, great wages, but at what cost
Looking back on everything that I've lost
Here we go again, duty calls it’s 6 A.M.

Wrong ambition of the worst kind
I'm a family man, with no vital signs
Wife & kids, tasteless food
Taxes, stocks, Mephisto shoes
I always lose!

But is this what I want?
Tell me what I need!
Went to the doc who gave me Prozac on receipt
So, here we go again, duty calls for the family man

Wrong ambition of the worst kind
Do I wanna live this artificial life?
Mobile homes and fishing rods
White socks in my Birckenstocks
When did I stop giving a fuck!

I want some fuckin’ action
I don’t want this
I'm signing out!

In this artificial life, that started forty years ago
There’s no happy end, my final blast will be a gunshot
For forty years already I’ve been hanging on a rope
Forty years of blankness, without any signs of hope
Where's the fucking action?
Nothing but a monkey in a vegetative state
Controlled by the things that I used to hate

I’m signing out
I’m signing out
I’m signing out
I’m signing out

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from Stupidity Returns, released May 13, 2011

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